Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth; it is their common method to take on trust what they help distribute to the public; by which means a falsehood once received from a famed writer becomes traditional to posterity.

Pity melts the mind to love.